and i know i've kissed you before

There are some, though, lingering at the forefront of his mind that he can’t assign a name to, that he can’t explain, that he doesn’t recognize. There’s the glitter of gold in the afternoon sun, the touch of metal on skin, stone eyes, ones that seemed more warm than anything else. There’s a boy, his age, maybe, though taller and more elegant and more quiet, staring at him from somewhere above, before taking his hand—and there it is, again, the touch of metal on skin.For some awful reason, the Prince reminds Jisung of it more and more, with each glance he gets of him.